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About Osaka

Prostitutes, man, they got stories—deep ones. Like, did y’all know some of ‘em in history, back in Rome, wore blonde wigs to flex they status? Wild, right? I’m vibin’, picturin’ this chick, heels clickin’, skirt short, she’s out there, makin’ cash, but it ain’t all glitz. Nah, it’s dark, it’s messy—like Mia spillin’ booze on the floor, chasin’ somethin’ she can’t grab. “I’m an adult!” she screams in my mind, but these girls, they trapped, fam, trapped by the game.

Etymology and terminology

Joan barely had time to comprehend before Seto Kaiba stopped mere inches away from her. "How much?" "For what?" Joan asked. "A night with you,".

So, I’m in the museum, and I’m checking out this ancient pottery. Like, whoa, this stuff is older than my grandma! I’m getting all inspired, right? Then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over this priceless exhibit. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m standing there, mortified. Thanks, kid.

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